Some of my writer friends tell me that writing is agony. Dragging words onto the page can be like pulling teeth. I agree…sometimes. At other times the words just pour out. I wish it were the latter all the time, and I envy those who seem to be able to turn on the spigot at will. More often than not, however, writing hurts.

Reading can hurt, too.

Sunday, January 27 was Holocaust Remembrance Day. I wanted to commemorate it in some fashion, so I purchased Elie Wiesel’s Night, which I’ve always wanted to read. It’s his account of surviving the Nazi death camps at Auchwitz and Buchenwald. It’s beautifully written. It’s a nightmare. It’s everything you dreaded and feared about such an experience, multiplied a thousandfold. Wiesel’s account finds new ways to stick a knife into you on every page, from banal cruelties to horrific betrayals. You can survive such experiences, you can come out the other side and find (some of) your loved ones, you can rejoice in their deliverance, and you can still carry the dreadful, soul-scarring burden of what happened until the end of your days. Despite the anguish, it’s necessary reading.

News about New York’s new abortion law has been at the forefront of late. Virginia has decided to go one further and is discussing post-birth abortions. Infanticide. As unbelievably disgusting as this is, abortion in America is not the Holocaust, and comparisons to the Holocaust will not only fall short, but serve to minimize the horrors that the Germans inflicted on the Jewish people (and to themselves; the crime will always stain them). I’m not sure if the pro-life movement simply lacks the vocabulary to separate the two things or is simply looking to scrape some of the sickening cachet off the Holocaust to bring home the notion that abortion is horrible, but it’s a foolish, uninformed, alienating comparison. Nobody who’s read Night would make that comparison without knowing, deep down, how false it is. The world has enough unique, appalling crimes to choose from without lumping them together for convenience’s sake. I believe life begins at the moment of conception. And abortion is not the Holocaust.

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Reading Andrew Breitbart’s Righteous Indignation: Excuse Me While I Save the World was another painful experience, but for different reasons. I never met Andrew, but I became a big fan of his work in the early days of Big Hollywood. I’ll never forget the day I learned he died: it was early morning in our house in Colorado, and I was feeding my baby son his bottle when the phone rang. My wife. She’d just left for work. Probably forgot something. I answered the call, and she told me that she’d just heard on the radio that Andrew Breitbart died. It was a kick in the gut. The right, which had only just started to get wise to the fact that the Culture War was for keeps, had just lost its most fearless warrior.

That’s what makes Righteous Indignation such a difficult read, even eight years after it was published. Despite everyone’s best efforts, which are often very good, his departure is still keenly felt. He had a clarity and courage that you couldn’t help but admire, and to read about what he’d planned to do after the book was published is terribly sad. He died young, with a wife and small children, and it’s a great loss. The media treatment of the Tea Party back then is the same as the media treatment of Trump voters, except that the media hates Trump voters even more than they hated the Tea Party. The cycle repeats.

The book itself is an amazing primer on media malpractice in the age of the internet, and goes through not just the history of progressivism as it’s practiced in America, but Andrew’s personal history. How he jumped into the Culture War, and why. Fascinating stuff, even years after its publication.

For a real treat (heh), take a look at the acknowledgments at the back of the book. Andrew was friends with everybody. Now the right’s become irrevocably fractured. Establishment vs. Culture Warriors. The Establishment humored the Tea Party because they knew it was, essentially, not a danger to their power structure. Despite a few Establishment pols getting primaried (and losing), their sinecures, think tanks, and publications were safe. Trump’s election changed that. It showed us that the Establishment lives for one thing: maintaining its status. Now that this status is threatened, these Trumpists have to go. Hence the fracture.

As we count the days to when another beloved musician passes or injects himself into politics, let’s take a long look back at the week and see what’s happened in the world of the weird, the bizarre, the horrific:

A must-see pressbook from one of the best films ever made, The Warriors, fell out of Zombos’ Closet. Come out to playy-ayyy!

Full Moon Reviews reviewed the 2014 movie Nurse: “NURSE 3D is obviously a horror film since our lead character is a serial killer with some emotional issues towards adulterous men. It’s not really scary, but I can instantly see why it would fall within the horror genre. However, NURSE 3D is also supposed to be a comedy. And… I didn’t really laugh much. Niecy Nash’s character had some chuckle-worthy moments, but nothing about NURSE 3D made me bust a gut or anything, even unintentionally.”

Nev Murray reviewed Toneye Eyenot’s The Scarlett Curse: Sacred Blade of Profanity at his Confessions of a Reviewer!!: “This Book One to me, was confusing. When the story begins you are dropped straight in the middle of it. No explanations and no build up, just bam and the action starts. Now, in some ways, I like this idea but I would have liked it a bit more if there had been some explaining later in the book about how Scarlett came to own the blade and what it’s true history was.”

Almost 100 schoolchildren have been demonically possessed in Peru, it seems: “In what has been described as a mass case of demonic possession, the pupils in Peru are experiencing seizures alongside their horrifying hallucinations. Experts have struggled to explain the strange goings-on, which also include widespread convulsions and fainting at the school, reportedly built on a Mafia graveyard. According to local reports, as many as 80 students at the Elsa Perea Flores School in northern Peru’s Tarapoto have been experiencing the supposedly contagious ‘condition’ since last month.”

Who doesn’t like Mexican vampire films? Taliesin meets the vampires doesn’t. Which means he does: “Oh, you just have to love Mexican Horror Cinema. Even when it begs, steals and borrows, and even when it isn’t the best example, there are more often than not moments that make a vehicle worthwhile.”

At his invaluable R’lyeh Tribune, Sean Eaton discussed the apocalyptic tale Till A’ the Seas: “With his tolerance for higher temperatures, Lovecraft might have been one of the last survivors in Robert H. Barlow’s apocalyptic piece, Till A’ the Seas (1935), which he co-wrote with his younger friend. The two worked on the draft together till 3:00 a.m. one New Year’s night, according to S.T. Joshi. Barlow was 16 at the time.”

The Movie Critic Next Door reviewed the movie Heir at The Slaughtered Bird: “Pretty much everyone and everything in Heir is creepy, though. Robert Nolan plays Gordon, who you can tell instantly is haunted by something dark in his past, and in himself. He’s taking his son, Paul (Mateo D’Avino), along for a nice road trip as he visits an old “college friend”, Denis (Bill Oberst Jr.), and if you believe for a second that they’re college buddies I have a lovely little bridge I’m looking to sell.”

From the House of Self-Indulgence came a review of Happy Campers: “Written and directed by the writer of Heathers, the film, as expected, is darkly humorous and refreshingly unsentimental. But like I was saying, it put me in a bit of a bind. And that is, repeatedly forcing me to choose between two actresses I have the hots for. Granted, the characters in the film itself seem to have no trouble whatsoever making their decision (they either went with Swain or King), but I’m not Brad Renfro (Ghost World) or the Xander-esque Jordan Bridges (Dawson’s Creek).”

Here, I discussed leaving Facebook and pointed you to a review I wrote at The Slaughtered Bird of David A Riley’s His Own Mad Demons. As it turns out, I was right to quit the platform. At least one credible study shows a link between social media use and depression. As I said to my wife about quitting Facebook, “Everyone’s on Facebook and nobody’s happy.”

You may have noticed that I’ve cut back on the blogging, as I’m trying to spend more time writing this third and final novel in my Armageddon series. Also, I’ve been looking for great stuff for you to read for the Friday Links! Take a look at what happened this week in the world of the strange, the bizarre, the horrific:

Dirck Van Sickle’s novel Montana Gothic was the subject of analysis at Ruined Head: “In the opening segment, Deke Morgan, a young medical school drop out, arrives in the backwater town of Citadel, Montana, to take over a run-down mortuary business. Unable to rise beyond a social pariah in the eyes of the local townspeople, Deke eventually discovers the grotesque history of his predecessor that seems to forever hold him in the role of outsider. Only the affections of Mary Lynn Crandall, daughter of a wealthy land-owning family to whom he offers piano lessons, provides Deke with an optimism that his fate could change.” The cover alone is worth a click!

Ghost Hunting Theories listed the best movies out there for cryptid lovers. And you don’t even have to know what a cryptid is!

Regular readers know that Sean Eaton’s The R’lyeh Tribune is one of my favorite websites, and this deconstruction of David H Keller’s The Psychophonic Nurse will show you why: “Aside from its interest as early science fiction, The Psychophonic Nurse can be consideredclinical data about the status of relationships between whites and African Americans, and between men and women, in early twentieth century America. Fiction like this should still be examined and pondered, maybe in an anthology entitled Enduring Social Nightmares, Volume One. It shows how far we have come in our collective evolution since the 1920s—which is not very far at all.”

John Kenneth Muir discussed the 1994 film Stargate, a movie that tends to get lost in the wake of the television shows it later spawned: “I would like to comment again — as I have in the past – about at what an absolutely great leading man [Kurt] Russell is. His O’Neil is distinctly different from his Snake Plissken, Jack Burton, or MacReady in The Thing. There’s a kind of retro, non-showy grittiness in Russell’s performance here. The film features a number of scenes during which he stands back in the corner of a frame and just silently smokes a cigarette, an act which is pretty unusual in mid-1990s cinema but which reminds one of Humphrey Bogart or some other leading man of yesteryear.”

Route 666 (the highway) was the subject of analysis at Deck the Holidays: “This particular highway is so large that it is found in 4 individual states-Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico, and Utah. Those that know of the terrors of this haunted place also identify it appropriately as the one and only “Devil’s Highway”. While it is true that there are many urban legends, rumors, and tall tales that are associated with this particular stretch of road, there are also many facts that relate to this road-such as statistics on accidents and even deaths.”

At The Slaughtered Bird, Patrick Ricketts reviewed the film The Devil’s Woods: “If I had one complaint about the film it would be that takes a bit too long getting to the camp ground but at the same time the last twenty minutes of the film more than makes up for it. Once the action starts things become tense, suspenseful and frightening and the action doesn’t stop until the very end. There isn’t anything new here, it is your straightforward slasher film but that never matters because what it does do it does well which is create a high sense of fear and isolation.”

The village of Badi in India has seen 80 suicides this year. Some attributed this to demonic possession, but there’s a scientific explanation: “Rajendra Sisodiya, the village chief, said that his brother and mother were among those who took their own lives. His predecessor on the post of the village head was his cousin Jeevan, who also deliberately ended his life by hanging himself in front of his house.”

Too Much Horror Fiction reviewed the 1985 novel The Happy Man by Eric C Higgs: “Whatever you do don’t read the back-cover copy of the paperback edition of The Happy Man (Paperjacks/April 1986). It gives awayeverything. I went in knowing nothing about the novel save a couple intriguing reviews by folks I trust (which of course I avoided reading). I found myself quietly guided into a private universe of amoral appetites and infernal indulgences.”

Nev Murray is looking for a bit of help at his Confessions of a Reviewer!!: “What I am looking for is people who can either commit to a long term deal where they would continually pick up books from the submissions pile and read and review. Alternatively, if you cannot commit to something long term, if you are interested in picking something up to review once and a while and feel that Confessions is the place to host it, then give me a shout also.” Read the whole thing for the 411, as they say.

Here, I discussed the attacks made on Kukuruyo by SJWs out to ruin him because he has opinions that differ from theirs. These special snowflakes need their safe spaces, and they’ll make them by destroying all expression they disagree with. Whatever you do, don’t watch this video. It is not screamingly funny and spot-on. At all.

Yes, we’re back to the Friday Links, where the latest and greatest in the world of the bizarre, the speculative, even the horrific gets some extra attention. This is a special edition of the Links, because I have some bits of news to relate at the bottom. So, let’s hit it:

Nev Murray reviewed Adam Millard’s novel The Bad Game at his Confessions of a Reviewer!!: “The plot? This is where my comparison with Richard Laymon comes in. This has that distinct 80’s feel to it. That easy to read style that Laymon was so good at in all his tales set in America. The fact that Mr Millard has so successfully transferred this style to a small seaside town in England, to me, is superbly fantastic. I don’t think I have read anyone else recently who has managed to do that. It’s sort of B movie style but on a big budget if that makes sense.”

A ghost has been captured on film in Honduras: “A ‘ghostly apparition’ has appeared in a darkly lit corridor of a supposedly haunted hospital in the same spot a doctor allegedly took his own life. In the video that was taken at the School Hospital Universitario in Honduras, stretchers are lined up in the hall, and a semi-transparent figure seems to pop its head out the doorway.”

Cool Ass Cinema reached deep into the archives of British science fiction to deconstruct the film Prisoners of the Lost Universe: “A Showtime cable premiere in the US but theatrical everywhere else, PRISONERS OF THE LOST UNIVERSE (1983) mixes SciFi with Fantasy–essentially the same template as director Marcel’s previous effort, HAWK THE SLAYER from 1980. The difference in the above-mentioned movies is that they had big budgets behind them. All PRISONERS has is a few bucks. Lively dialog, a child-like appeal and passionate performances by the main cast is like a million dollars in its favor.”

Fans of girls, devils, and the planet Mars will very much enjoy what fell out of Zombos’ Closet: a pressbook from the 1954 movie Devil Girl from Mars.

In time for its 20th anniversary, The Craft got itself analyzed at House of Self-Indulgence: “Even though there are four chicks on the poster, only one of them is giving off what I would consider a Goth vibe. I mean, what gives, The Craft, mid-90s gothploitation yarn about a trio of teen witches who befriend a new teen witch in order to complete “the circle,” or some nonsense like that? Why are you short-changing me, Goth-wise? If I’m gonna sit down and watch a movie about four teenage girls who practice witchcraft in their spare time, at least half of them better be Goths, or, at the very least, Goth-adjacent.”

At the unmissable, always-erudite R’lyeh Tribune, Sean Eaton returned to Robert E Howard’s Hyboria: “There does not seem to be any overarching theme to Shadows in Zamboula, other than perhaps the horror of miscegenation. However, there is an appealing absence of good guys—only a collection of opportunists, Conan among them, with varying degrees of ruthlessness. Shadows in Zamboula seems to have been written mainly for entertainment, without any pretensions to expounding a philosophy of life or some such—though Howard can surprise readers with occasional gravitas.”

The study of haunted houses got turned on its head at Ghost Hunting Theories: “Some places have hauntings that in baseline conditions can be perceived, i.e. anyone can have an encounter there at any given time. These conditions are likely caused by construction of the building, geology, layout of the rooms, and other factors like water table and seismic activity. If a building is placed with such ideal alchemy to leave a perceivable haunting, then Joe Schmo non-psychic can go there and have an encounter.”

The Horrors of It All brought us a story from the June 1952 issue of The Thing #3 titled Crypt of the Vampire. It has a kneeling vampire panel that is not to be missed!

Zombie Rob reviewed the 2007 movie WAZ, AKA The Killing Gene at The Slaughtered Bird: “Immediately WAZ presents itself as an American cop thriller, with all the recognisable ingredients therein: grizzled & cynical middle-aged lead detective, doe-eyed & idealistic rookie recently assigned to partner the grizzled & cynical middle-aged lead detective, a morally questionable gobshite of an ex-partner with whom the lead detective has an unspoken & torrid history, you’ve got your shouty black captain, loudly threatening people with “24 hours or their badges” sorta thing and a crime so horrifying, so atrocious, even the grizzled & cynical middle-aged lead detective can’t quite believe the new depths that this grizzled & cynical world has stooped to.”

Christopher Sebela lived in a haunted clown motel for 30 days and wrote about it: “Sebela doesn’t remember how he came across the travel website that first introduced him to the Clown Motel, but the minute he saw the twinkling lights of its roadside marquee, he knew he needed to visit. It wasn’t just the assortment of clowns lurking in each room that mesmerized and terrified him; the combined triple threat of the adjacent cemetery and nearby abandoned silver mine made the whole place seem like the setting of a horror movie—one he desperately wanted to survive.”

Here, I pointed you to a review I wrote of the action horror novella Detroit 2020 at The Slaughtered Bird. I wrote about my dead cat a few weeks ago, so I feel obligated to mention that we got a new kitten recently. We named her Waffles. Barring something particularly noteworthy about the cat, it’s not likely that I’ll mention her here again, as I find gushing about pet cats somewhat unmanly and uncomfortable, particularly as the father of a small boy. Except on Facebook, where you can follow me and learn all about the cute li’l girl’s kitty idiosyncrasies and see pictures. Ahem. Also, I recently finished the outline to the third and last book of my Armageddon seriesand have begun writing the first draft, which is really quite a relief. The story of angels, demons, psychics, occultists, Nephilim, and ordinary people caught up in the apocalypse has a provisional ending. Yay me! And yay you, once you read it. You have read The Blessed Man and the Witch and The Nephilim and the False Prophet, haven’t you? I certainly hope so.

It’s time for an escape, and I can’t think of a better way to do that than bring you the Friday Links, where we look back at the world of the bizarre, disturbing, and speculative:

At Rely on Horror, Jorge Bocanegra talked about his 20-year relationship with the Resident Evil game franchise: “I first met Resident Evil with the release of Resident Evil 2. It was only after going through Leon and Claire’s scenarios a multitude of times that I finally backtracked all the way to the original game that started it all. As a bowl-haired 10-year old, I was ready to finally experience the horrors briefly glimpsed in Resident Evil 2’s intro (that zombie really scared me!).”

You never know for sure what’s going to happen when you open Zombos’ Closet, but you can be reasonably certain that it’ll be awesome. This Mexican lobby card of the 1971 flick The Blood on Satan’s Claw is no exception.

A murderer in Cape Town claimed that he was possessed by demons: “The case had closed, and nothing demonic had been mentioned throughout the trial. Three psychiatrists and a psychologist had also found no relevant abnormality regarding his mental capacity. Peculiarly, his lawyer then suddenly announced that his client was infested by “demonic forces”. He requested that the court facilitate an exorcism in prison, which he would videotape and show to the judge during argument about sentencing.”

Breakfast in the Ruins talked about a Japanese vampire film released in 1959: “Whilst we’ve already seen some pretty curious mash-ups of Eastern and Western horror tropes in this ‘Nippon horrors’ review thread, you’d be hard-pressed I think to find a more determinedly oddball example of the phenomenon than ‘Onna Kyûketsuki’ (‘The Lady Vampire’), another low budget quickie produced for Shintoho studios by J-horror pioneer Nobuo Nakagawa.”

Nev Murray reviewed Kyle M. Scott’s Consumed Volume 2 at his Confessions of a Reviewer!!: “What you have here are six tales that, at times, could not be more different. You have strippers and clowns and bouncers and babies. You have laughs and sexy stuff and blood and guts. You have more blood and guts. You have tension. A lot of tension. That tension invariably leads to horror.”

Fascination With Fear showed us the art of Amalia Kouvalis: “American artist Amalia Kouvalis captures the world we want to see when we look at old Victorian portraits. In the flash of an imaginary camera she captures ghosts, demons, departing souls, and other things that we can only catch a glimpse of out of the corner of our eye.”

Robert E. Howard’s Western-style Conan story was deconstructed by Sean Eaton at his inimitable R’lyeh Tribune: “But there is a lot more going on in Beyond the Black River than a bloody battle between cowboys and Picts. Howard applies the geographical history worked out in his The Hyborian Age (1938) to conditions on the ground near the Black River….There is considerable philosophizing about the wisdom of spreading civilization to the undefended edges of a frontier, and a grim conclusion about the nature of humanity and its struggle against barbarism, summarized at the very end by a survivor of the Pictish onslaught.”

The Cathode Ray Mission brought us a series of movie posters from the 1977 film Rabid. “Pray it doesn’t happen to you!”

Killer Fish, an old UHF favorite starring James Franciscus, was the subject of discussion at The Horror!?: “As long-time readers among my imaginary audience might remember, I’m predisposed to like any old crap Italian director in every genre known to Man and some known only to Italian cinema Antonio Margheriti did, so it’ll come as little surprise to these chosen few that I did indeed like, as well as deeply enjoy, this somewhat misbegotten mixture of heist film, post-Jaws something-in-the-water horror, men’s adventure, and disaster movie that mixes so many genres it’s no wonder it can’t do any single one of them terribly well.”

At The Slaughtered Bird, the Blue Took reviewed the bizarre film Decay: “Writer-director Joseph Wartnerchaney’s debut feature, Decay, is fundamentally a character study of a tragically damaged, troubling individual which cleverly takes a subject that would normally serve as an excuse to deliver trashy clichés and injects some interesting concepts; loneliness being the main theme tackled head-on in a way rarely seen, as we follow the trials and tribulations of a man on the outskirts of society harbouring a ghoulish secret.”

Have you heard of the 2016 movie Riddle Room? Neither have I, but Hayes Hudson’s House of Horror reviewed it: “One thing I really liked about this film is it starts out immediately in the middle of the action. The woman is already kidnapped and locked in the room. We don’t have any slow parts leading up to this, we just jump in to the immediate action.”

The Horrors of It All uploaded the entirety of the comic book tale The Bat and the Brain for your viewing pleasure.

We learned the two best ways to avoid demonic possession: “Father de Meo, for his part said that he has been leading a school of exorcists for the past 13 years to address the need but his endeavour comes with the blessing of his bishop as handling cases of demonic possession is very sensitive. Still, an ounce of prevention is better than a pound of cure and so he advises that to protect oneself from demonic possession, the best and safest way is to refrain from engaging in occult practices which he feels have grown at an alarming rate in the past years and resulted in a “pastoral emergency.””

Some people call it a link roundup, I call it the Friday Links, mmmmm hm. Ah do like them french-fried taters, as well as all the stuff what’s happened in the world of the weird, the unusual, even the horrific all week, so let’s get on it.

The Windsor Hum has returned to Ontario, and nobody’s happy about it: “Mike Provost, a resident on Windsor’s Hillcrest Boulevard, has kept records of the hums heard throughout his neighborhood, he told the newspaper. He noted a particular blast on Saturday, Feb. 27, that “shook everything … like a pounding on the wall. Some people complain about dishes rattling, windows rattling,” Provost told the Star. “It can get real disturbing.””

LastBoneStands reviewed the ghost-thriller A Haunting in Cawdor at The Slaughtered Bird: “Putting together the pieces of the puzzle is the best thing about this film. Everyone loves a mystery and trying to figure out what is going on is the fun part. Unfortunately, sometimes, when all the pieces are finally put together and the mystery is solved, the end product is not something we are entirely happy with.”

A Mexican lobby card for the 1951 film When Worlds Collide fell out of Zombos’ Closet. Seeing the futuristic Hefty bags they wore as uniforms is more than worth the price of admission.

The pavement in Italy is breathing, freaking everybody out: “The paved floor moves up and down like a chest inhaling and exhaling. Filmed by passerby in Cadimare, the sight left many unnerved.”

John Kenneth Muir had some interesting things to say about Hellbound: Hellraiser II: “This is about me, as much as the film, a reader might conclude. I want my horror movies to do more than just scare me a little, like I’m on a roller coaster ride. I want the movie to concern or reflect something important; something that makes me think about the world, myself, and my relationships. So I miss Clive Barker’s facility for visual symbolism in Tony Randel’s Hellbound, but I still like the sequel for what it is (a rip-roaring, gory horror movie), even if, at times, the movie looks to be held together by little more than spit and polish.”

Nev Murray reviewed J.G. Faherty’s novella Death Do Us Part at his Confessions of a Reviewer!!: “It’s the good old someone dies in mysterious way-comes back from the dead for revenge-everyone better run very very fast-how do we actually kill this thing and live happily ever after – type scenario. The perfect recipe for the horror from the seventies and eighties.”

Cool Ass Cinema reviewed the 1973 western Charley One-Eye in a must-read piece: “CHARLEY-ONE-EYE is one of the damned weirdest westerns you’re ever likely to see. An obscure entry in the filth style of oater that rode into movie theaters back in the 1970s, the atmosphere is so realistically grimy(aided immeasurably by the near-constant sound of buzzing flies), you can almost smell the aroma of body odor emanating off the screen. The virtually non-existent plot paints everybody as ugly, cruel, or crippled.”

At his invaluable, incredible R’lyeh Tribune, Sean Eaton tacked the twin themes of necromancy and low self-esteem: “In The Colossus of Ylourgne, all of the necromancers in Averoigne, and the sorcerer Nathaire in particular, have suffered greatly “during a year of unusual inquisitory zeal”. Nathaire is described as “thrice-infamous”, but as villains go, he is also depicted as one worthy of at least some sympathy: he is a dwarf, lamed by an earlier stoning, and is considered ugly and repulsive. Furthermore, he is suffering through the last stages of a terrible chronic disease.”

Breakfast in the Ruins brought us a celebration of covers from the publisher named Pan: “With their preference for colourful oil paintings bluntly depicting events within the book, Pan’s old-fashioned approach to cover illustration was the polar opposite of the modernist, design-based aesthetic of their rivals at Penguin, seemingly reflecting the fact that they tended to publish a far higher quantity of war stories, British Empire yarns and other such ‘square’ subjects, with just the occasional revered author or hot-headed literary turk thrown in for good measure.”

Here, I pointed you to a review I wrote of Barbie Wilde’s short story collectionVoices of the Damned, and told you about my forbidden archives, the reviews I wrote for Ginger Nuts of Horror that Jim Mcleod deleted because he found out I had different opinions from him about things that have nothing to do with horror.